On the Importance of a Good Safe Word

“I-ah! Goddess, that’s good. Please do it again, Mistress?”

“Say it with feeling, poppet!” Sun spanked her with one hand while the other found a rhythm between her legs. “And please do what?”

Twilight gasped.

“Please make me come, Mistress!”

They had picked up pretty much exactly where they’d left off, with Twilight bent over Tyrant’s knee. The girl had taken Celestia’s advice, disregarding her inner critic in favor of just enjoying/suffering though the moments as they came.

Why are they the same thing? That’s so weird!

Well, disregarding her inner critic as much as she could, anyway.

Sun wrapped a hand around Twilight’s hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. Then she pulled more, drawing the girl’s head up as she spanked her again.

“Keep talking, angel. I love it when you beg.”

“Please! Please fuck me! I need it, Mistress! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop I’m so close I-I’m-Fuck!”

*Smack*

“One more time?”

*Smack!*

Dammit! That one hurt! She was tearing up again, and somehow that was fine.

So weird!

Twilight wasn’t sure how Sun could pull her hair (which actually didn’t hurt at all, and kind of turned her on even more) and spank her and finger her all at once, but she wasn’t complaining. She was kind of losing her mind to it.

“I’m gonna, I’m-fucking-goddess-dammit, please more, Princess!”

Though, to be fair, Twilight lost her mind during sex on a pretty regular basis.

Tyrant Sun pressed in hard, rubbing at her clit and fingering her cunt as Twilight babbled happy, ecstasy-drenched nonsense. Sun pulled on her hair, dragging Twilight up by her head and turning her so that she was now sitting in Sun’s lap again. Tyrant reached under her panties with both hands to stroke her.

Magic. It must be magic that she’s pulling my hair with. Ok, shut up, ‘cause I…Oh g-Oh fuck!

Twilight felt Tyrant’s tongue on her neck, at her ear, inside it, heard her lover’s breath as she nibbled on the lobe of it. She felt Sun behind her, felt the heat of her, felt her those unfeasibly huge breasts pushing against her back.

“It’s Mistress, little girl,” whispered Sun in that smoldering voice. “Get it right!”

“Yes, Mistress!”

Tyrant Sun bit at her ear, just hard enough, then at her neck, sharp teeth pricking at Twilight’s skin. She pulled one hand free of Twilight’s pussy and locked it around the girl’s chest, pulling her in tight.

“And stop squirming! This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Twilight decided she was feeling disobedient. She laughed, and squirmed harder, apologizing all the while. One hand tried to find its way between Sun’s legs while the other just wandered without direction.

“I’m sorry, mistress! You’re just so-“

Tyrant Sun pinched her clit. Hard.

“Fuck!” Twilight nearly dropped the safe word on that one. She also nearly came.

So. Weird.

“Did you think I couldn’t find a way to punish you, poppet? There’s so much more than just spanking…”

Tyrant Sun caught Twilight’s questing hand in her own and pulled it behind the girl’s back. She locked the other one in a grip of tingling orange magic and drew it back to join the first. She did all of this while still fingering Twilight.

“W-what are you going to, mmf, goddess! Do?”

The fear in her voice was feigned. Mostly.

Sun wrapped another ring of force around Twilight’s wrist and then linked the two together. Twilight struggled a bit, but her mistress hadn’t left much chain to work with.

Sun said nothing, pulling Twilight in close with her now free arm, holding her tight, digging her fingers just hard enough into Twilight’s tit. Sun’s breath was husky and sweet in her ear. Her mistress wrapped both high-heeled boots over Twilight’s thighs and spread them, using that irresistible strength to draw them as far apart as they’d go. She played at the lips of Twilight’s pussy with one hand.

“So you want to come, do you?”

“Yes, Mistress! Please?”

“Well then.”

Tyrant Sun dove in. She pinched Twilight’s clit, softly this time, rubbing tight little circles around it, letting the girl’s own slickness guide her. She pushed fingers deep inside her pussy at the same time, exploring every nook of it, earning gasps and cries and eventually screams as she finally found just the right spot. She kept sucking at Twilight’s ear, nibbling her neck, pinching her nipples, holding her in that powerful, inescapable grip.

Twilight let herself fall apart in it. She tried desperately to return some of the pleasure she was feeling, she squirmed and fought and did everything she could (except say the word) but Tyrant would barely let her move. Her hands, bound tight, were pressed up against the muscle of Tyrant’s belly. She could feel the heat of her lover, burning, Consuming, but with no pain. She could feel those pert nipples pressing up against her back. How she longed to play with those…

Twilight didn’t remember any of what she said while she came…

“Oh my-I-Oh goddess-Please-I want you so bad-just-fuck-me-forever! Goddess I love you so-Fuh! Fuck-my-face-if-you-want-please-do-anything-to-me-Auugh!”

And that was probably for the best.

When the orgasm passed and she started thinking again, Twilight was surprised to feel Sun hadn’t stopped. That was nice and all, but she could use a second, so… She tried to reach down and push Tyrant’s hand away, only to find that both of her own were still bound behind her. She pulled at the bonds, but they were unyielding.

“I, uh, wow. I jus-fhffu, um. M-mistress?”

“Mhm?”

“Can you, eh, I-eufh-”

She tried to shimmy her hips away, tried to close her legs, but Sun only pulled her closer, and spread them wider.

“Something you want to say, baby?”

She could hear the wicked grin in Tyrant Sun’s voice.

“I, I just, I, Oh goddess…”

Twilight was one of those blessed few for whom orgasm came easier the more times in a row it happened. As such, she was already very nearly there again.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You asked me to let you come…”

“I know, Mis-ummn! I, yes, but!”

Twilight fidgeted this way and that to no effect, and it occurred to her that Sun really wasn’t going to let her go.

“Ok! I did, b-buh, fuck!

Tyrant Sun bit at her neck, hard, squeezed her, kissed and licked her way to Twilight’s ear. Twilight loved it, but it was getting a bit intense, even for her. Almost painful…

“Oh, dear me. Does my little girl want me to stop?”

Did asking her to stop mean she actually wanted her to stop, or…b-because Twilight wasn’t sure she did. But she wasn’t sure she could take much more either. She’d joked about it before, but that was then, and-

“I-um-p-please, Mistress!?”

“Please what?”

She worked her hand faster, harder. Twilight’s heels banged against the legs of the throne, trying to find purchase on the ground.

“It’s too much!”

“What is?”

“I c-can’t, Goddess! I can’t take any m-mmmAuugh!”

Tyrant Sun whispered in her ear.

“Tell me you want me to stop.”

“Please stop fucking me, Mistress!”

“Again!”

Twilight tried, but the words got lost in another fit of agonizing ecstasy and it took a few more seconds for her to remember how to speak.

“O-ok. That’s really-” She licked her lips, tasted salty sweat on them. “Really good, Mistress. But please s-stop now?”

“No,” stated Tyrant Sun. “In fact…” She lifted Twilight in a field of magic and dropped her where Tyrant had once sat herself. Except, where Tyrant sun had graced the throne with imperious poise, Twilight now had her head shoved up against its back, her own back laying across the seat, legs dangling in the air. Sun popped apart the chain binding Twilight’s hands and pulled both manacles up above her head. She linked them again and hooked the chain on some kind of little prong that projected from the top of the throne.

Huh. So that’s what those are for.

Sun shoved her way between Twilight’s knees. Twilight put up a token resistance, but she wasn’t really trying very hard. Despite her request from mere seconds before, she giggled happily and tilted her hips up hopefully.

Tyrant Sun ran her fingers from Twilight’s hands to her chest to all the way down her hips. Her gaze absolutely devoured the girl. She licked her lips.

“What a lovely little thing you are. I could just eat you. All. Up.”

A little thrill of pseudo-fear ran through Twilight.

“Please don’t?” she tried.

Tyrant Sun grinned that sharp-edged grin.

“I think I will.”

She descended onto Twilight, shoving their mouths together, kissing her with breath-stealing ferocity. She licked her way down to Twilight’s neck, playing at her chin, nipping at her ear, breathing hot and lustful into her. She bit her, much harder than before, digging into the soft skin of Twilight’s neck.

Twilight gasped, more in surprise than pain. It didn’t really hurt, it wasn’t really that hard, but still. That was gonna leave a mark.

Sun kept going. She lapped at Twilight’s collar, just under her shirt, licked her way down to Twilight’s chest, roughly popping button after button to expose what lay beneath. Her hands pressed into Twilight’s hips as she took one nipple into her mouth, running her teeth over it. She bit down, just a little.

Twilight cried out, maybe a bit louder than she’d meant too, and Sun let go. She moved to the other breast, biting at it softly, just hard enough.

The Sun Queen dragged her teeth down Twilight’s belly, stopping to give it a good nip when Twilight tried to pull away. She kept going, fingers digging into her ‘little girl’s’ ass, leaving a reminder that she’d been there, letting the ensuing gasps of pleasure or pain or whatever else guide her. She stopped and pulled back just above Twilight’s hips. She grinned at her girl’s expression. Intense desire, with a bit of confusion.

“M-mistress?”

Tyrant flipped Twilight’s skirt out of the way, taking a good, long look at the cloth under it.

“What a mess you’ve made, Twilight! These are absolutely soaked.” She reached up Twilight’s thighs and played at the wet cotton there, running her fingers down it, then raising them to her lips. She ran her tongue over them as Twilight watched, enraptured. “I should make you wear them for the rest of the week, just to learn your lesson.”

Twilight froze up a bit. Yeah, I’ll definitely be disobeying that one.

“But I’m feeling gracious, so…”

She took hold of Twilight’s underthings with both hands and ripped them off her.

Twilight gasped in actual surprise.

“Now, bring that pretty little cunt here!” Sun jerked Twilight’s hips up and toward her, not so much going down on Twilight as dragging her up and assailing the girl’s pussy. She attacked her ravenously, tongue diving deep, driving into those magical little places her fingers had found before.

Twilight didn’t have time to be surprised further. She was already lost. She tried to reach out and run her fingers through Tyrant Sun’s hair, but the shackles caught her. She groaned in pleasure/frustration, writhing. Sun held her tight, not letting her go anywhere but where she put her, fucking her with lips and tongue and, just a little, with her teeth.

“Look at me when I fuck you, girl!”

Twilight did. She had to look past her own chest and hips and skirt, but she did. She gazed into those blazing eyes like there was nothing else in the world worth looking at.

A hand gripped Twilight’s ass, squeezing, clawing, possessing. Another fondled her breasts, pinching and rubbing and doing whatever was the exact right thing to do as Tyrant Sun ravished her clit and Twilight was just gone for a long while as yet another orgasm had its way with her. She felt herself be lifted up from the seat of throne and placed back in Tyrant Sun’s lap, held close. Not tight this time, there was none of the intensity from before. This grip was very soft. Kind and warm and intimate. Sun held her that way for a long time, fondling and snogging and just generally cuddling her until Twilight finally got around to saying something.

Twilight looked down at herself. She was still almost fully dressed, somehow. Well, as dressed as she could be in her schoolgirl outfit. The shirt was mostly unbuttoned, and her panties were just…gone. And sure, she was covered in sweat and a rapidly fading glow of unintentionally spent magic and probably some other fluids, but still. Technically speaking, she could have walked through town without being arrested. Weird. Usually, she was naked within seconds.

“Ok,” Twilight managed after a while. “You were right. That was pretty great.”

She tried to stretch, to reach up and around her lover’s neck to embrace her, but alas, the cuffs still held her. They’d been locked behind her back again. She worked her wrists, slightly peeved at being so constrained.

Tyrant Sun grinned the smug little grin that everyone in the whole damn world got when they knew they’d made you come. She wiped a bit of luminous fluid off her lips and flicked it away, clearly proud of having made Twilight squirt magic everywhere.

“Was? Surely you’re not done already?”

Perhaps as consequence of being able to orgasm so easily, Twilight also tended to pass out immediately afterward. She had a joke about she should have born a boy, the way she got tired so quick.

“I suppose we could end the night here,” mused Tyrant, toying with a bit of Twilight’s skirt. “If that’s as much as you can handle. But there’s still so much more you could learn.”

Twilight stifled a yawn and pretended she wasn’t as sleepy as she was, letting Sun's chiding tone goad her.

“I can keep going! I can do this all night!"

“Perfect! Do you need a moment?”

“Nope. Teach me more!”

Sun gave her a look.

“Mistress!”

Sun relaxed.

“Very good, baby. Can I get you anything? Something to drink?”

“Um. Sure. Some water would be good.”

“Just water? There’s wine, if you want.”

“Water’s fine.”

In addition to suffering from sex-induced comas, Twilight found that nearly any amount of alcohol left her dry as a desert. It was tragic, really.

Tyrant Sun called a pitcher in from across the room and decanted it into a small glass without even looking. She raised the cup to Twilight’s lips.

Not knowing quite what else to do, Twilight drank what she was given. Sun watched her.

“More?”

“Yes, please. Um, mistress.”

Sun poured another half-glass, and served it to Twilight. A bit spilled past her lips and onto her chest. Twilight figured that was probably intentional.

“Such a messy girl.”

Yup. Well, maybe she could work with that.

“Oh, I’m very sorry, Mistress. But, maybe this would be easier if I had my hands back?” She fiddled with the bonds at her wrists. Twilight batted her eyes up in the most arousing way she knew.

“Hm? Oh, no. I don’t see why you would need those.”

“I…see. Mistress.”

Sun traced the path of the spilled drops with a finger.

“You said some things back there that I liked, baby.”

“Oh?”

“You begged for things. You were being very honest, I think. Holding nothing back. Finally letting all that silly pride fall away. Did you enjoy that? Did it feel good, serving me?”

“I, um, yes? Mistress.”

Twilight blushed a bit. Ok, a lot. Because it had felt good, even though she thought maybe it shouldn’t have. She hadn’t liked all of it, but she had to admit, this game had its charms.

“You needn’t be ashamed, angel. And you may call me by my name, if you wish. You’ve earned that.”

“Oh. Well then, yes, Tyrant Sun. It was very…It wasn’t what I expected. Not better than what we usually do, I think, just different. But still, it was great.”

“Of course it was.” Sun ran a hand down Twilight, stopping at her skirt. Her free hand beckoned, and a plate full of fruit and sweets rose in a veil of orange magic and came to her. “Hungry?”

“Oh, no, I ate before I…”

Tyrant Sun drew a cherry from the plate and raised it to her lips. She licked it, beads of moisture threatening to drip off the fruit. She plucked it neatly from the stem, squeezing the cherry lightly between her teeth before closing her lips around it.

A bit of juice escaped Sun’s lips as Twilight stared. She chewed and swallowed the fruit and licked up what had escaped.

“Not even a little?”

“I am absolutely famished, Mistress.”

“Wonderful!”

Sun lifted Twilight from her lap like it was nothing and placed her on the big, furry rug next to the bed. She put one hand on Twilight’s shoulder, pushing her firmly and inexorably down. The younger woman dropped to her knees.

“Very good, darling! Such a fast learner. I suppose I should warn you, though. I have something more substantial than mere fruit in mind for you.”

“I wait with bated breath, your majesty.”

Tyrant Sun paused, looking at her intently.

“Is that a bit of sass I hear, poppet? Are you trying to tease me?”

“Oh, I would never, mistress.” She couldn’t quite keep the smile out of her eyes.

Sun paced with a measured strut before her, arms crossed under her chest, one finger on her chin as she considered Twilight with a disconcertingly predatory grin.

“I’m not sure I believe you. Clearly, you’ll have to be punished.”

With the very same finger, Tyrant Sun reached for the chains that strained to hold her breasts in place, popping them loose with a single motion. She slid what fabric remained aside, setting that glorious pair free. She ran her hands over them, giving herself a good, hard squeeze.

Twilight stared up in awed, almost worshipful desire.

“You do so love these two don’t you? I bet you’re just dying to touch them. Run your sweet little tongue all over them?” She leaned in, jiggling her chest just in front of Twilight.

Twilight would have leapt onto them if she could. She tried, but Sun shut her down with that irresistible magic. Her mistress backed away, laughing.

“There you go again, trying to jump ahead. No dessert until you’ve had your dinner, young lady.”

Twilight grumbled with frustrated lust as Tyrant Sun turned away and strode back to her throne. She ensconced herself there once again. Seated now, she gazed into Twilight.

“Goddess, but you look good on your knees,” she said. “Come to me.”

Twilight was happy to oblige. She had heard about ‘being made love to with a look’ before, but she hadn’t known what it meant until now. Sun’s eyes were absolutely ravenous, so intense they were honestly a little frightening. And Twilight was loving it.

She hopped eagerly to her feet and-

“Ah ah!” Sun waved a finger at her. “Not like that. As you were.”

Twilight blinked.

“You want me to…”

Tyrant Sun eyed her expectantly, eyes aglow. She waved away the spell holding Twilight’s wrists behind her, which was nice, but then Twilight felt a slight, magical pressure on her shoulders, pushing her down.

“I, uh. Hm.”

Twilight dropped back to her knees. She was not at all sure how she felt about this one. She glanced up at Sun. Dammit it was hot when she looked at her like that, but this was just so…

Well. It’s all about trying new things, right? And if I’m going to do this…

Twilight dropped forward onto her hands and endeavored to look as adorably pathetic as possible. Feeling profoundly conflicted, she crawled her first step forward.

I’m going to do it right!

“Like this, Mistress?”

“Oh, yes. That’s very good, baby. Very good indeed.”

Twilight watched Sun shift in her seat as she inched her way forward, desire obvious in her every motion, and decided that maybe this wasn’t so embarrassing after all. She crawled on hands and knees to her Mistress, bit by bit, stopping just out of reach.

“Should I come closer, Mistress?”

Tyrant Sun parted her legs and drew Twilight forward with a finger.

“Are you ready for your dinner, my little minx?” A devilish grin graced her lips.

Twilight had no way to know if she was, or where this was even going, but she nodded just to keep things moving.

Sun snapped her fingers and they crackled with power. There a bright flash, and then…

Twilight looked up to find, hanging before her, a truly magnificent specimen of a cock. Not a real one, obviously. It was just a magic trick. But still, it was impressive. She stared at its majesty, watched it smolder with the light of Sun’s power.

“You’re rather fond of this spell, as I recall?”

“I sure am!” Twilight exclaimed, a very big smile gracing her lips. “Mistress,” she corrected, on seeing Sun’s glare. Who wasn’t fond of that one? It was pretty much the first spell any lady unicorn learned on becoming sexually active. Well, after the birth control stuff. They practically taught it in school. It was just a specially shaped shield spell, after all, with a few extra enchantments worked in to give it feeling. You didn’t have to do that last part, but who didn’t want to try doing it the way boys did, at least once?

“I suppose I should have expected as much. You certainly do love your magic. It isn’t too much for you?”

“Not at all, Mistress Sun. It’s perfect!” It was, in point of fact, probably too much. But Twilight was something of an aficionado of such things. Maybe it was because she was so petite herself, but Twilight Sparkle was an ardent advocate of the ‘more is more’ school of thought when it came to dicks. And tits. And pretty much everything else.

“Ahh, my wonderful little size queen. I trust you know what to do with it then?”

“Oh certainly, Mistress.” Usually, girls summoned these in rock-hard and ready to go, but Twilight was fine with a flaccid one. There was a certain satisfaction in making a dick get hard for you. “Just give me a second to stroke that up for you, and-”

Twilight reached forward to do just that, and felt a light slap as Tyrant Sun *thwapped* her hand away.

“I don’t recall saying you could use your hands,” snapped Sun with that wicked grin. She re-cast the rings of magic around Twilight’s wrists and chained them close together, locking them in front of her this time.

Ah. So that was how it was. Alright then.

“Of course, your majesty. But, if I can’t use my hands, what should I do?”

Tyrant Sun snorted, but she never took her eyes off Twilight. They positively glowed with want.

“Really? Must I tell you every little thing?”

Twilight tried not to smile.

“I wouldn’t want to make any false assumptions, mistress.” She walked her fingers forward and snuck one onto the toe of one of Tyrant Sun’s boots, just to see what she could get away with.

She had to admit, Celestia had been right. There was a strange sort of freedom in this, once you got your head around it. Even in this goofy little interaction, there was a lot more give and take than Twilight had expected. It was obvious what Sun wanted, but it was fun to make her wait for it, to make her give the order. She knew Tyrant liked it too, because that toy of hers was growing by the second, and Twilight hadn’t even touched it yet.

“Hah! Don’t play dumb, girl, it looks ridiculous on you. Now, come here and let’s put those lips to better use.”

Sun placed the fingers of one hand on Twilight’s chin, sinking the other into her hair, around her head. She pulled her gently but inexorably, forward.

Twilight giggled.

“Oh. And take this.” Sun snapped up an apple off the fruit tray and pressed it impatiently into Twilight’s hands. “Hold onto it. Just throw it or something if you me to stop.”

Twilight felt a little twinge of worry about that. What was she going to do that Twilight might want to stop? Certainly not this.

Sun pulled her down.

Twilight lightly kissed the head of Tyrant Sun’s toy, felt it throb in her lips. Was it still getting bigger? Goddess, was it ever going to stop? She took the first inch between her lips and ran her tongue all over it. She gazed up at Sun as she took the whole head into her mouth, sliding it in and out.

“Is this good, Mistress?”

“Very. But enough with the talking.”

She pulled Twilight down onto it further.

Twilight couldn’t give much of a reply, but Sun had said she expected to be answered when she spoke right? Twilight made a little “Mph!” as she took more of her Mistress. She bobbed up and down on it, getting the whole shaft good and slick as she went. She looked up to see how Sun was taking that.

“Do you like this, Twilight? Does it feel good to serve your Mistress?”

“Mhm!” hummed Twilight with honest enthusiasm. She was kind of glad her underwear had been torn off. It’d just be getting wet again.

Tyrant leaned back, a subtle smile on her face. She licked her lips as Twilight ran her tongue up the shaft of her. She closed her eyes and let her head tilt back, sighing in pleasure.

Twilight frowned slightly. Inasmuch as she could with a cock in her mouth. That wasn’t going to do at all. She gave Sun a little time to figure it out, taking more of her with every slow stroke. She got some nice little gasps out of her mistress, and that was great, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close. This was supposed to be Twilight’s show, dammit, and she wanted Sun to see this!

She bit her, just a little.

“Ah!” Sun jerked forward, eyes blazing. “Dammit woman, be careful! What are you doing!?”

That little cry had sounded more like one of pleasure than anger, Twilight thought. She pulled herself away with a little *pop.*

“I’m sorry, Mistress! But you’ve been so quiet, I wasn’t sure what you wanted.” She spoke around Tyrant’s cock, licking at it as she went, batting her eyes. “I won’t do it again.”

“Hmph! I thought you could be trusted to this, but obviously you need a firmer hand!” Sun grabbed Twilight much as she had before, but this time pulled her roughly into place. “Now suck this dick, and keep your teeth to yourself!” Without further warning, Sun thrust herself into Twilight’s mouth.

Twilight nearly gagged on it. She pulled back, turned away, spit it out.

“Not so fast, mistress, please!”

“Oh, come now! I wasn’t even half in.”

Twilight honestly wasn’t sure if she wanted it slower or faster, but Sun let her have it.

"I’m sorry, mistress, you just surprised me. And you’re so big!” Funny, how easy the whole ‘mistress’ thing was already. “I’ll do better this time.”

“Hmph. We’ll see.”

Sun pulled Twilight down again, and this time she didn’t let go.

She put Twilight exactly where she wanted her second by second, drawing her down with long, slow strokes, a little deeper every time. She would push Twilight up and stop at the head sometimes, ordering her to “Suck on it, girl. And use your tongue more!” Sometimes she would stop further down, far enough for Twilight to feel it at the back of her throat. Sun made this little motion with her hips when she did that, like she wanted more, and was just barely holding herself back. She made little gasps at those times, and any discomfort Twilight might have felt at taking her so deep was more than made up for by those. Sun never once looked away. Her eyes seethed.

Sun finally pushed her away after a few minutes of this.

Twilight licked her lips and wiped her mouth.

“Was that better, Mistress?”

Sun purred. “Yes. That was lovely, baby. But enough foreplay!”

Sun’s grip suddenly tightened as she stood. She pulled Twilight with her, shoved the girl up against the throne and thrust herself into Twilight’s mouth far further than before. Twilight almost choked again, a little *glk!* sound escaping as her eyes went wide and she pulled away. She reached up to push back Sun’s hips, but Tyrant pulled away before she had too. Twilight was just sucking in air to say something when Sun pulled Twilight to her and shoved in again. She was a little more ready for it this time, but it was still a struggle not to gag. She tried to pull away, but Sun wasn’t having it.

“Don’t fight me! You won’t win. Just take it like the little over-achiever you are. I want to see you swallow this cock, student! I know you can do it!”

That really only made her want to fight it more, but for reasons she didn’t understand (maybe because Tyrant had called her the ‘S’ word. Goddess, Twilight loved that more than she should! She was a little concerned she might have a complex about it…anyway!), she chose to play along, instead. She did know how to deep-throat, as it happened. She’d taught herself, thinking she was doing it just to be a good partner, and it had served her pretty well. All the boys she’d been with loved it, and the more adventurous girl-unicorns too. But now, she realized, she might have done that for other reasons. The look in Sun’s eyes was just… And Twilight was really enjoying this. She wanted it, even if it kind of hurt, even if it was too much and in another second she going to throw that apple to the ground. If her pussy hadn’t already been rubbed raw already she’d be fingering away right now.

Actually, you know what…

“That’s better. Just give me what I *ah!* what I want. Do you like this, baby? Do like it wh- *uhn* when I fuck you?”

Her voice was getting that deep, husky quality it only got when she about to come. It was basically the best sound in the world, by Twilight’s reckoning, and she was already just about there herself, so…

Sun pushed in deep and hard. Twilight hammered away at her own clit as Sun pulled her in, thrusting all the way down her throat, again and again. She was loving this, but she wasn’t sure she take much more. She didn’t want to tell Sun to stop, but she couldn’t breathe and it was really starting to hurt but those eyes and-

“Oh, fuck yes!” cried Sun, pulling out.

Twilight coughed and fell forward, holding tight to the apple, still playing at her pussy. Magic sparked off her as she gasped for air.

“Get up! This was your idea, baby! Come on! I know you’ve got more! Don’t you hold out on me now!” She pulled Twilight up by her hair.

“Ok, I *cough* I do, but-a”

Sun shoved herself back in, and it was fucking great. At first. Sun kept pushing deeper and deeper in, watching it happen. Twilight felt her lips hit the mound of her lover’s pussy, hidden as it was behind her outfit. She tried to keep going. She wanted to! She wanted to lick that clit and suck those lips! She looked up and saw the burning, unfettered lust in Tyrant Sun’s eyes, and Goddess, Twilight would do almost anything to see more of that, but it was just too much! It hurt! And she couldn’t breathe! Celestia had said it wasn’t a failure, using the safe word, so…

Twilight threw the now-bruised apple. She tossed it straight up, somewhere she knew Sun would see it, and…

Sun pulled out immediately. Twilight collapsed to all fours, gasping for air.

“Are you ok, baby? Was that too much?”

Twilight shook her head.

“No! *cough* I mean, y-*ahem* yes, but it was really good! I didn’t want to! I just-”

“It’s ok, sweetie, you don’t have to apologize.”

It wasn’t Sun who held her now, but Celestia. Twilight took the few moments she needed to catch her breath. She couldn’t help but notice, in one of those surreal moments that occasionally befall people with interesting sex lives, that Celestia still had her magic toy going. It was glimmering gold now, rather than smoldering orange, but just as huge and hard and coursing with magic as it had been before.

She wanted it.

“I’m ok! Let’s keep going!”

Celestia watched her with concern.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to.”

“No, please! I want to! I really, really want to!”

Celestia smiled. Then, just like that, she was Tyrant Sun again. She snapped up Twilight’s hand in her own and gave it a lick.

“Oh, you naughty little thing! Have you been playing with yourself this whole time!?”

Her words were intense, but she didn’t sound upset. Proud, almost. Twilight didn’t have time to answer.

"Well, since you can’t control yourself, I’ll clearly just have to do it for you!”

“Oh, no, mistress! I…”

Twilight hadn’t even been sure what she was going to say, but Sun pulled her onto her feet by the hair and, with a bit of help from her magic, tossed her onto the bed. Before she knew it, Twilight found her arms once again bound over her head, the chain between them hooked onto something she couldn’t see and didn’t even really care about. She gazed up in lust and awe and a happy bit of fear as Tyrant Sun towered over her.

“I’m sorry, mistress!” she cried, though she wasn’t.

“Quiet!”

Twilight couldn’t even try to pretend at this point. She opened her legs without resistance, ready to take anything her Mistress deigned to give her. Sun straddled one of thigh, wrapping an arm around the other leg as she slid her toy into Twilight.

“So wet,” she said. “So eager! No wonder you can’t stop touching yourself, you little…” Sun growled something between a purr and a growl. Frustrated.

Slut. That’s what she’d wanted to say. But she hadn’t. Because Twilight had told her she couldn’t. Even as she gasped with each long, slow stroke, Twilight enjoyed that. She was starting to get the limits of being the top, as seen from the bottom.

But she was suffering her own frustrations, too. Sun ran her hands up and down Twilight’s body as she pleased, fucking her at a pace the younger woman couldn’t control. Twilight ached to do it back, but the cuffs held her tight. She tried to use her hips, but Sun just jerked them to exactly where she wanted them every time.

“Oh, yes! Fight me, baby! I love it when you struggle.”

She was getting that husky voice again. Twilight smiled. Wouldn’t be long now…

Sun whipped off her sash and, in one smooth motion, wrapped it around Twilight’s throat. Tyrant looked down at her with a positively incendiary grin. She gave the slightest tug on one end, and Twilight felt it squeeze. She froze up. She was loving everything right now, but Twilight honestly didn’t think she could handle the stuff she thought Tyrant might be thinking of, and she didn’t know how to say it without using the word. She looked her mistress in the eye and very earnestly shook her head ‘no.’

To her surprise (and maybe a bit of disappointment. So weird!), Tyrant Sun let go of the sash, letting the silky material fall on Twilight’s chest. She gripped Twilight’s shoulder with one hand and her hips with the other, fingers digging in, shoving herself in deep as she was long with ever shorter, sharper, harder thrusts. Twilight heard herself talking, but she didn’t know what she was saying and that was just fine.

“Shut up and take it, dammit!” ordered Sun. “Make me come, baby! I want you! Tell me where you want it! Do it right now!”

Twilight had lost track of how many times she’d come tonight. All she really wanted at this point was to squeeze those tits and ride this out. What would Sun do, if she broke the cuffs? What would she say, if so flagrantly disobeyed? Twilight didn’t know, but she for damn sure wanted to see, so…

She snapped the spell holding her hands in place and latched them onto Sun’s exposed breasts as her mistress rammed her, squeezing them with everything she had.

"Oh!” cried Sun. “How dare you!”

Twilight felt herself lifted up and flipped over. She didn’t fight it as Sun shoved her up against the headboard and dragged her ass into the air. She reveled in it when Sun slapped her there shoved that cock into her pussy again.

“You naughty, wicked, dirty little girl!” Sun sounded absolutely delighted.

“Please do it inside me,” Twilight whispered.

Twilight felt a hand wrap around her hair and pull.

“You would give me orders!? Me!? Tyrant Sun!? Who owns this pussy!?”

“What?”

A hard crack sounded as Sun spanked her harder than ever. Her thrusts slowed.

“Answer the question!”

“Y-you do!”

Another sharp slap. Twilight was too far in to be embarrassed. She just wanted more.

“Who!?”

“You do, Mistress!”

*Smack!*

“I do what, little girl!?”

“You own this pussy, Mistress!”

*Smack!!*

“Who owns you!? Say my name!”

“You own me, Princess Celestia!”

Yeah. She did that one on purpose.

The slap from her transgression resounded through the room.

“It’s Tyrant Sun! Get. It. Right!” Sun thrust into her with every word.

Twilight tried, but words were far too complicated for her right now. She just about lost her damn mind as she felt Sun finally come inside her with a long, groaning gasp.

Twilight felt it fill her up, felt her lover shudder with the force of it. She felt all that glorious magic course into her and then spill out from between her legs to drip onto the bed. There was so much! She reached back, slid her fingers over her slippery thighs. She drew them, shaking, back to her mouth. She sucked at the stuff, barely tasting it as she reveled in the sweet madness she was lost in. It evaporated in moments, as undirected magic did, but she could still feel it inside her.

“Please don’t stop,” she mumbled, eyes closed. “Please keep going.”

Sun flipped her onto her back again, diving between Twilight’s open legs. She tongued her way up to Twilight’s lips and kissed her, sharing the taste of it. Sun slid that ridiculously perfect cock back into her. Or maybe it was just her fingers. It didn’t matter. They made soft, slow love that way for a long time. They did it until Twilight finally couldn’t take it anymore, until she begged to make it stop. Or maybe she just thought they did. Hard to say.

Twilight didn’t remember much of what happened immediately after that. Celestia must have stopped at some point. She had vague memories of being lifted from the bed and delicately undressed (she had still been dressed!), and then laid down somewhere soft. Twilight’s next fully conscious memory was of burying her face between Celestia’s breasts as they cuddled under a big furry blanket.

It was about as pleasant a way to come to as anyone could ask for.

Twilight sighed, wrapping herself around Celestia, luxuriating in the post-coital everything.

“Hi.”

Celestia ran her fingers though Twilight’s hair. And it was Celestia that she woke up next to. Not Tyrant Sun. Interesting.

“Hi there. Still with me?”

Twilight giggled.

“Always.”

She opened her eyes, only just now really seeing things. They were laying in a big, fluffy blanket on a bigger, fluffier carpet near the fireplace. A warm, friendly flame crackled within. They were both naked. When had that happened? She looked around, confused, but not unpleasantly so.

“Did I fall asleep?”

“For a bit, maybe. How do you feel?”

Twilight laughed.

“I feel like some crazy villain just beat me up and had her way with me and somehow tricked me into liking it!”

Celestia smiled and drew the blanket up a bit.

“Happens to the best of us.”

Twilight laughed again.

“It does?”

Celestia shrugged, laying on her back, drawing Twilight to her.

“What did you like about it, if I might ask?”

Twilight pondered her answer as she settled in, nestling into the space under Celestia’s arm, resting her head on that magnificent chest.

“I’m not sure, exactly. I mean, I really liked some parts. Like, really, really liked them. Stripping for you was fun, I could do more of that. And the whole ‘little girl’ thing. And when you just wouldn’t stop? Mmph! So good! The spanking was pretty great,” Twilight twiddled with her hair, “for some reason. And um, that thing where you summoned up your cock? And, like, shoved it down my throat? We are totally doing that again. Or, like, anything else that involves that spell. I mean, I love your pussy! Your pussy is the best! But that was really great. And that last part, where you pushed me up against the headboard and fucked me and came inside me? Auuugh!” Twilight squirmed around like a child throwing a tantrum. “Why did I like all that so much!? I’m so weird! I mean, I had a good childhood, right? Why am I so weird!?”

It was Celestia’s turn to laugh.

“It’s ok, baby! I’d actually meant to go easier on you, but you seemed game and I just couldn’t resist. I was honestly a little afraid I might scare you off a few times, so I’m so happy you liked it! And if you’ll recall,” she stroked a hand down Twilight’s back, “I was the one who suggested all this in the first place. So if anyone here is weird…”

“Oh,” answered Twilight, waving her paramour’s words away. “Whatever. It’s not weird when you do it. You make everything classy.”

“Hah! That is absolutely untrue!”

Twilight didn’t have an argument against that, so she just kissed Celestia instead.

“I think what I liked,” resumed Twilight, breaking away, looking up to the ceiling. “Was the intensity of it? I mean, I’ve played a little rough before, and it was fun, but maybe this was different because of what you said? That it was my show, that you were doing everything just for me. Maybe that was why I liked why sucking on you so much. I mean, I’m happy to give head, in an ‘I’m happy this makes you happy’ kind of way, and I like the feel of it enough, but it doesn’t normally do what it did for me tonight. It’s just, I could see your face the whole time, and, Goddess, the way you looked at me! I could really feel how much you wanted me in every little thing.”

Celestia had that look again, brimming over with desire.

“You’re starting to make me want to have another go at you, little girl.”

Twilight was sorely tempted. She put a hand to her aching nethers.

“Arrgh! Nope! Sorry. Not tonight.”

Celestia chuckled.

“Fair enough, lover. Was there anything you didn’t like?”

“Oh, I mean…”

“Honey, it’s fine. Just be honest. I won’t be upset.”

“Ok. Well. I didn’t really like the way you talked to me, sometimes. Or, the way Tyrant Sun did. I mean, I know you didn’t mean any of it, but it really felt demeaning sometimes. Kind of took me out of it.”

“I understand.”

“And like, when you kept chaining me to things? And that time when you stopped even though I was just about to get off. It was really frustrating.”

Celestia nodded.

“Patience never has been one of your strong points, has it? I suppose I should have guessed you wouldn’t like to be teased.”

Twilight grinned and pinched her lightly. Celestia giggled.

“You’ve got the makings of a good power-bottom, now that I think on it. We’ll have to try that sometime.”

Twilight quirked an eyebrow.

“It’s, ah, let’s see. So, the top is the person who’s doing things, and the bottom is the person having things done to them. I was the top tonight, and you the bottom. Understand?”

“Alright.”

“So, a power-bottom is still the bottom, but she gets to be bossy about it. It’s kind of a role-reversal without actually reversing roles, if that makes sense.”

“Sure,” said Twilight. “Ok.”

Celestia smiled.

“Anything else?”

“Oh, um, yeah. So, I know it was supposed to be all about me, but I really wanted to give a little back, you know? I wanted to do things for you, too.”

“Oh, honey, you did plenty.”

“Right. I mean, I guess I did, but it didn’t always feel that way, you know? It’s just, I really love making you happy.”

“Well, yes, it was such a burden, pleasuring my beloved ‘till she practically passed out." Celestia stroked her hair. "Truly a trial.”

Twilight stuck her tongue out. Celestia kissed it.

“You can make up for my suffering later.”

“Hmph,” Twilight mock-pouted. “Ok, just one more thing, real quick.”

“Mm?”

“What was with that stuff at the end? About owning me? And it seemed like you kept wanting to, um, choke me? And call me a…”

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby! I just got caught up in the moment, I guess. It seemed like you were really getting into it, and I certainly was, so… And that’s one of Sun’s favorite words, is all. But I didn’t mean any of that. I know you’re your own woman, of course, and I would never-”

“No! I mean, I know, but, yeah. Ok.”

They both settled in after that, and spent a few moments in pleasant silence as each pondered the night’s events.

“So, all that stuff we did,” began Twilight.

“Mhm?”

“That’s all stuff you want me to do with you? When I’m the villain?”

“Oh, absolutely, baby.”

“Even the choking?”

“Ah, aheh. Well...”

“Princess?”

“Yes, Twilight?”

“You don’t have to pretend with me, ok? It’s just like you said. I love you, and I’ll never judge you again for anything you want in bed.”

Everything that could have possibly melted in Celestia melted right there.

“Thank you, Twilight. It’s just, well, this isn’t an easy thing for me, but… You can be a lot more rough with me, ok? You don’t have to worry about, t-that is, you won’t hurt me, and I won’t get upset. We have our safe word, so you can do anything you want! Call me names, tie me up and tease me mercilessly, dress me like a s-” she stopped and licked her lips nervously. “Like a secretary and order me around. Be creative! We haven’t even gotten to any of the really weird stuff, so, just have fun!”

“Ok.”

Twilight kissed her.

“…Wait. Dress you like a secretary?”

Celestia shrugged, blushing.

“Hah! Alright, sure. And the uh, really weird stuff? How much more is there?”

“Oh. Well.” Celestia managed to look eager, embarrassed, and elegant all at once. It was the kind of thing only she could pull off. “We did a little role-play already, but it can go much further. And then there’s bondage and teasing, which we barely touched, and the, um, well, the butt stuff, and foot play, which I love, and tons of costume things, but that’s really just part of role-play. Then there’s voyeurism and exhibition games, which I bet you would really be into. And that’s not even getting started on the things you can do once magic gets involved.”

“Once magic gets involved, you say?”

“I thought that might pique your interest. That toy you so enjoyed is an obvious example, but you knew that one already. There’s shape-shifting, and doubling and switch-play, just off the top of my head. There’s really so much out there, baby.”

“Doubling?”

“Making a magic double of yourself to join in the fun.”

Twilight got the biggest smile at this idea.

“We are absolutely doing that! Ok, what’s…switch-play, was it?”

“That’s where the partners temporarily switch bodies and make love to each other from the other's perspective.”

“Wow. Ok.”

Celestia drew back a bit, looking concerned.

“Too much?”

“What? No! No, sorry. This is just one of those zen moments when I realize how little I really know about something I thought I knew everything about, you know?”

Celestia laughed, and at some point the couple started making out again. They shared a long, loving moment, then…

“Auuugh!” cried Twilight, rolling briefly away. “I’m gonna be so sore! I can’t believe I let you put all these bruises on my butt when I have a three hour train ride tomorrow!”

“Oh,” said Celestia, cringing. She’d almost forgotten Twilight was leaving in the morning. A trip to Manehatten for some much needed vacation with a side of historical research. Only Twilight Sparkle would think to equate the two. “Right. Sorry, angel. Just, eh, think of them as a little secret between you and me. How long are you going to be gone again?”

“There could be worse secrets, I guess. Till Saturday.”

It was Sunday. Almost a full week then.

“And I’ll have to wear turtle-necks the whole time, thanks to all these bites marks! And I won’t even be able to play with myself after the beating you put on my pussy! You really are a Tyrant!” She snuggled up against Celestia, grinning. “You’re lucky I’m such a faithful little student.”

Celestia laughed and caressed her girl as thoroughly as she could without actually having more sex with her.

“Well, your trip should give you plenty of time to plan Midnight Glitter’s terrible revenge.”

“So, it’s going to be her, is it? My own alter ego?”

“It doesn’t have to be. It’s just a fun bit of role-play. You can do whatever you want with it.”

“Well, ok. But I don’t know if I can do it like you do. Or, Tyrant Sun does. Whatever. And frankly, I’m not sure if I can handle this every night. It was great and all, but-”

Celestia laughed.

“Oh, honey! This isn’t a nightly thing! It can be, if you want, but this is more of a special occasion kind of game. And as to doing it like I do, don’t even worry about that. I know you’ll surprise me, just like you always have. But we can think about all that later. You’ve got a big day tomorrow, so hush that pretty mouth and get some sleep.”

Twilight was already yawning. It was kind of amazing she’d managed to stay awake this long. She pressed herself up against Celestia and was out within seconds.

As her lover snoozed beside her, Celestia lamented that this was going to be a long, lonely week.